K was very fussy last night. I asked her almost teasingly, "K, what is the matter."
She calmed down immediately and enunciated carefully, "Mamma, Goo."
"Goo?" I asked
"Goo." she replied.
"Is your diaper poopy?" I guessed.
"Goo."
I picked her up from her crib, checked her diaper, and while it wasn’t poopy, it was very, very wet.
"Dan!" I called DH, "She talked to me!"
Well, you know, talked, sorta kinda…better than crying.